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❝ You're made of star dust, Iwa-chan--just let that soak in for a bit. ❞
When Oikawa Tooru first uttered those words to him, perplexion took over his features. He mulled over the statement before compartmentalizing it in “shit Oikawa says that I don’t understand so it doesn’t matter”. Oikawa called him a pleb for not understanding. And once again, Iwaizumi Hajime gives no fucks.
The statement never goes away, however. It floats in his mind, incessantly bothering him when he wasn’t thinking about anything else, like an itch that always reappears even if he scratches it away however many times.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of him and he pulled out his old Dell laptop. Search engines always had the answer. He typed the phrase ‘made of star dust’ and read an article.
And holy fucking shit– Oikawa was right.
Substantial scientific evidence supports the theory that humans and all other things in existence were made of star dust due to the explosions of stars that no longer existed. Technically, they were made of the elements from the supernovas. But Hajime figured that he could use star dust as a sort of umbrella term.
Nothing changed. The world kept spinning and Hajime kept living life with the extra piece of knowledge Oikawa and Yahoo provided him.
–However.
Maybe this was the higher deities testing him, but there were a lot more things that he noticed now. He wasn’t really a naturalist, though he still enjoyed nature’s beauty. Still, it was a new thing for Hajime to completely revel in it. Revel in the fact that he existed, nature existed, people existed. Maybe for unclear reasons but they were still here, damn it.
But his wondrous awe grew to be a little too much for him to handle because there were things that he noticed he wished there was a better explanation for. Like how he could count out each individual gold fleck in Oikawa’s eyes if he tried really hard. Or the faint freckles Oikawa had on his nose whenever he didn’t cover up with foundation. Or maybe the sparkling aura that Oikawa had whenever he wasn’t being a total fucking asshole.
Oikawa, Oikawa, Oikawa. His observations on his best friend more than doubled anything else and Hajime was losing his goddamn sanity over it. It took one fucking sentence to change his perspective. One fucking sentence to explain everything and nothing he’s ever thought about the brunet he’d stuck with for who knows how long.
…Maybe he just had a little more star dust.
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Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.
Alfred Binet (via fyp-psychology)
Source: fyp-psychology
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This is volleyball.
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A SEVEN NATION ARMY
couldn’t hold me back.
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❝ … nah, i’m fine. just thinking of what i’ll buy for lunch. ❞
“C’mon-- there’s seriously nothing else taking over your mind? ...Hey, let’s split a shoyu ramen.”
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“I can’t leave yet, they’re giving out codes for a Pokemon giveaway.”
Unbelievable. “...Alright. But I’m staying with you because it’s too friggin’ late out.”
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❝ … I don’t sound ANYTHING like that. ❞
Same as how Hajime must wonder this almost on a daily basis, Oikawa finds himself wondering just what he’d done to earn a best friend who liked to make him sound so much closer to the real thing than he thinks ATROCIOUS. Did they have to revert back to one of their games where he tried to copy Hajime and make him sound as terrible as possible? Or point to ugly things and say “ it’s you Iwa-chan. “
❝ You shouldn’t mock the person who has your Odango. ❞
He says it wrong just to piss off Seijou’s ace –
“I told you to get some extra because you’d be hungry, dumbass!” Hajime headbutted the other’s side. There he go. Back at it again with the violent reactions.
⠀⠀⠀Nevermind the misusage of the word if the speaker was being fucking stupid right now. Sure, they may be best friends, but he was getting fucking tired of this asshole taking essentially all of his food. Hajime sighed as he gave the other one last jab in the side.
⠀⠀⠀“Next time, you’re paying for my food.”
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“Y-You don’t have to worry about me! My mother always makes s-sure that I get something to eat always! E-Even when she’s not there, she always calls me to make sure.”
There was only ever one time that she had forgotten to eat something was when she was younger and that was during a finals week that had her beyond stressed out. Thankfully, she’s been able to control herself during those times so it never happens. At least, that’s what she likes to believe.
“I’m n-not that clumsy.”
“Okay, that’s good, then. Good thing she checks up on you.”
⠀⠀⠀It was sweet of her mother to check up like that-- well, in his opinion, moms should check up on their kids regardless, societal standards be damned. Hajime had the brief thought of her mother checking up on her because she might not leave time for herself to eat. But she said she was doing fine, so he let it go.
⠀⠀⠀“To be frank with you, Yachi-san, you are pretty clumsy. But I don’t think being clumsy has anything to do with forgetting to eat... it’s a basic need, yes?”
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@seijoupillar liked for a starter
『 Hey Jirou! Lets do something fun today, okay? 』He tugged on his brother hand, leading them down towards the park。 They needed some times to themselves, since Hajime couldn’t even recall when the last time that happened。There were also things that they had to talk about eventually。
“Well, that’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he mused with a grin as he followed his brother to the park. Lately, they’d both been so busy that they didn’t even get back home at the same time. Or at least- Jirou was busy leading rigorous practices. The soccer team had a tournament soon and he wasn’t going to lose. Hajime’s team- well, they didn’t talk about that.
⠀⠀⠀The last time they had a meaningful conversation was when Hajime was experiencing a heartbreak. Stupid fucking childhood best friend... Jirou shook his head and took the lead once they set foot in the park, heading over to everyone’s favorite part of the playground-- the swings. “Depends on what you see as fun, Hajime. Last time we were here, you dropped your ice cream and almost cried.” He chuckled amusedly as he sat down on a swing, pushing off the ground.
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me: i love this character. they're so fun to like. i love their personality and overall traits and shit. i want them to be hap--
also me: i want to see them suffer and melt down into tears while someone frantically tries to comfort them to little avail
me again: what the fuck
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DOMINGO EN FUEGO, I THINK I LOST MY HALO
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he was a pillar of support,
a stubborn one,
there were no visible cracks,
people envied his strength.
yet, if one dared to look a little closer.
they’d see that he was crumbling.
a poem about Iwaizumi Hajime. ( if you think he’s 100% invincible without insecurities or weaknesses. then, DING DONG, you’re wrong. )
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brb, fighting @yamatoos and their punk ass.